Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Index,
Gong,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.